And to think, those twelve thousand years don't even cover the entirety of Emet-Selch's life. There is more - far more - to see but he is wary against intrusion now, even if he has no means to stop them from delving again.

He harrumphs at their comment. "I had little choice in that regard. I had to remember. I was the only one who could. And if you go rifling through my head again without asking, I'll make sure you don't forget either."